Валерия - Нищая - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Winter, blizzard and in large flakes with a strong wind the snow shallows.

At the entrance to the temple, one, in the rags, the old woman is worth it ...

And, alms awaiting her all here with his own

And in the summer, and barefoot in winter ... Take Christ for her for her! Give Christ for her for her!

To tell you, this old woman lived in that twenty years.

She was a dream of a poet and glory to her wreath of a wreath.

When she scene Paris was delighted with her.

She did not have rivals ... Serve Christ for her for her! Give Christ for her for her!

It happened after presenting it from the crowd of passage.

And the youth from admiration thundered "Bravo" to her age.

What magnificent praises I wrote her a range of her guests -

With happiness, everyone is friends with us, there are no such friends with the grief ... With the grief there are no friends ...

Holy Will of Providence ... The artist was sick,

I lost voices and vision and wanders alone alone.

It happened, the beggar is not afraid to come for alms to her,

Well she is ashamed to ask you ... Serve Christ for her for her! Give Christ for her for her!